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I place my hand beneath her chin and turn her face back to mine.

“Don’t be curious about him.”

“I’m not.”

I wait. She sighs.

“I’m a little curious,” she admits.

“No.”

“This is why I don’t listen without bratting.”

Despite the violence still tightening my body, a laugh escapes me.

I kiss her forehead and guide her into the SUV.

“We’re getting married in the garden,” I say.

Elena settles against the seat. “The church was beautiful.”

“Garden, princesa.”

Her mouth curves. “Fine. Garden.”

I get in beside her and close the door. As we pull away, I look back once.

Hale Pierce is still watching.

I should have shot the bastard.

Chapter 68

Elena

Iwake to soft kisses.

Warm. Wet. Slow.

Pleasure gathers low in my body before I’m fully conscious, pulling me gradually from sleep. Luciano is beneath the blanket, completely hidden, his broad shoulders holding my legs apart while his mouth moves between them.

His tongue drags through me in one long, deliberate stroke.

My breath catches.

A quiet sound slips from my throat as my fingers find his hair beneath the blanket. I grip the dark strands and pull him closer. He hums against me, the vibration traveling through my entire body, and takes his time as though the morning belongs to him.

Then his mouth stills.

“Happy birthday, princesa.”

My fingers stop in his hair.

The pleasure disappears beneath a sudden, sickening drop in my stomach.

Birthday.

The word opens something inside me before I understand why.